“Baby,” he rasps.
I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him to me, almost afraid he’ll disappear if I don’t.I moan into his kiss, gripping his shoulders and using them as leverage to climb his body, to get closer to him.
Devon senses what I need.He grips my hips, lifting me easily.
“Counter,” I pant.
“No.Need to feel you grinding on me.Fuck, baby.You have me so hot.”
I cry out as his hips rock, and he thrusts against me.Devon groans as his lips capture mine again.The kiss is rougher.Needier.As if his restraint is fraying.
And I love it.
I love feeling him lose control for me.
His arms band around my waist, holding me tight as he carries me from the kitchen.I cling to him, my thighs locked around his hips, my heart pounding so hard that I can feel it everywhere—in my chest, my throat, between my legs.
“Where are we going?”I whisper against his mouth.
“My room,” he says, voice low and wrecked.“Unless you tell me to stop.”
I pull back to look at him.His dark blue eyes are almost black; heated and intense.But underneath all that hunger is something else.Gentleness.Patience.Like he’s holding himself on a leash for me.
I swallow.“I don’t want you to stop.”
His jaw tightens.“Suri.”
The way he says my name makes my stomach flutter.
“I mean it,” I whisper.“I want you.”
For half a second, he stares at me.Then his mouth crashes back down on mine.By the time we reach his bedroom, I’m breathless and shaking.
Devon kicks the door closed behind us and lowers me to the bed with more gentleness than I expected, like I’m precious.Like I’m something he’s afraid to break.
He comes down over me, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand sliding up my side.His palm skims my ribs, my waist, my hip, like he’s learning me by touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs.
My cheeks heat.“You keep saying that.”
“Because I keep thinking it.”
Then his mouth is on my neck, hot and open, and I lose whatever response I might have had.My head tips back into the pillow as he kisses the sensitive skin beneath my ear, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh and making me gasp.
“Devon.”
“I know, baby.”His voice is rough.“I’ve got you.”
His hands find the hem of my shirt and pause.
I look down at him.He’s waiting.That almost undoes me more than the kissing.
I lift my arms.
Devon drags my shirt over my head and tosses it somewhere behind him.His gaze drops to my bra, and for a moment, he goes completely still.
The look on his face makes me feel powerful.Desired.Wanted.
